Our childhood dog was a Scotty. Us kids didn't realize it at the time because that's all we ever knew, but that poor dog lived under some ridiculous restrictions. In the car she was only allowed to ride on the front-passenger seat floor, never able to see out the windows. Fortunately those were the days of foot-well vents so she at least had fresh air. And in our two-story house with kitchen/dining/living and two of the three bedrooms upstairs, (one bedroom, half bath, laundry room, and rec-room downstairs) she was only allowed to come up the stairs as far as her rug in the corner of the dining room. Of course the same was pretty much true for us kids, anthough we were allowed real chairs we rarely ventured into the pristine living room and NEVER sat on the couch!
Nope, Irish on Irish, but the paternal grandmother was a clean-n-neat freak and I guess Dad, as an only child, inherited every bit of that and more. We grew up with it and never knew any different but in her later years Mom sometimes said she wished she had pushed back a little on some of his rules.
Nothing wrong with neat & clean...keeps the roaches at bay.
Still, as for Michelle, and myself actually, it can take a lifetime to unshackle and be able to *do* some things. When we walk, michelle cannot enjoy, she is constantly on the lookout for someone behind us lest we be in their way. This outward focus impinges on her ability to concentrate. She is continually distracted. On the other hand, she is highly solicitous and thus is a great cat-sitter. Cats with their unending demands delight in seeing what all they can get out of her. 😁
Our childhood dog was a Scotty. Us kids didn't realize it at the time because that's all we ever knew, but that poor dog lived under some ridiculous restrictions. In the car she was only allowed to ride on the front-passenger seat floor, never able to see out the windows. Fortunately those were the days of foot-well vents so she at least had fresh air.
ReplyDeleteAnd in our two-story house with kitchen/dining/living and two of the three bedrooms upstairs, (one bedroom, half bath, laundry room, and rec-room downstairs) she was only allowed to come up the stairs as far as her rug in the corner of the dining room. Of course the same was pretty much true for us kids, anthough we were allowed real chairs we rarely ventured into the pristine living room and NEVER sat on the couch!
This HAD to have been a GERMAN household, yes?
DeleteNope, Irish on Irish, but the paternal grandmother was a clean-n-neat freak and I guess Dad, as an only child, inherited every bit of that and more. We grew up with it and never knew any different but in her later years Mom sometimes said she wished she had pushed back a little on some of his rules.
DeleteAh! I'm back! Somehow i got excommunicated.
DeleteNothing wrong with neat & clean...keeps the roaches at bay.
Still, as for Michelle, and myself actually, it can take a lifetime to unshackle and be able to *do* some things. When we walk, michelle cannot enjoy, she is constantly on the lookout for someone behind us lest we be in their way. This outward focus impinges on her ability to concentrate. She is continually distracted. On the other hand, she is highly solicitous and thus is a great cat-sitter. Cats with their unending demands delight in seeing what all they can get out of her. 😁